Tag: greatest love stories
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February 24, 2006 02:25 PM EST --
THE OTHER SIDE OF LOVE
Affection is like the fillings in the teeth of a relationship. When it is gone the hole is felt and sorely missed . . .
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February 09, 2006 09:29 AM EST --
This will also be part of Lilith, I need to change the point of view.
My 1960 Buick Electra glided slowly up the gravel driveway announcing my arrival. It had been a quick trip through . . .
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February 09, 2006 04:51 PM EST --
Destination Unknown
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Mandi Gordon
Feb. 2006
Too many things were happening in the space of 24 hours. The doctors said it was big, most likely cancer, we have to get it out soon they said. . . .
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May 22, 2006 04:02 PM EDT --
As a college student in 1971, I was enrolled in an English class that studied the occult in literature. While looking for something to write a short story in that vein, I came upon a book that listed legendary . . .
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March 09, 2007 09:31 PM EST --
It was the eyes all along. His vision of the universe was reflected in those eyes. When Boopy looked at you, you knew that you were his expression of the universe. You were very important. You knew he . . .
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March 07, 2006 06:52 AM EST --
By Edward Nudelman
Sophie worked at "Fowler's Petals," in Benton Ridge, a small town in the Heartland, where love stories were second billing to rodeos. Her father had purchased . . .
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March 07, 2006 07:28 AM EST --
By Stephen Schneider
My 1960 Buick Electra glided slowly up the gravel driveway announcing my arrival. It had been a quick trip through the darkness. Passing garlic fields, grape vines and almond trees . . .
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February 22, 2006 04:44 AM EST --
Close My Eyes
While driving I faded into the painful memories of failed relationships. I had realized that after eight years I had become use to not having a warm body to comfort me at night. Feeling . . .
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March 06, 2006 03:33 PM EST --
Oscar watched lovingly as Miriam combed her long white hair. She braided it, wrapped it around in circles and secured it in place with hair pins. In his eyes, his bride of fifty years was still . . .
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March 06, 2006 03:52 PM EST --
By Johanna Kato
I'm amazed as I delve into history, with the way the world shapes us, down to the very blood that courses through our veins. How the warring of my countries happened so intimately . . .
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March 06, 2006 09:37 PM EST --
Through the tears streaming down my face, I glance down at his face—my husband Jack's face. The face I know better than my own, the face that after today I will no longer see. Jack is dying—he . . .
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March 06, 2006 09:54 PM EST --
She first appeared in my office, in the company of a dozen inconsequentials – all men – from Eastern Europe, and their Russian "guide". They were here on tourist visas, ostensibly . . .
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March 07, 2006 06:36 AM EST --
She had only gone there to drop off odds and ends, personal items randomly strewn about her house and haphazardly forgotten when he left. It took two months of mustering courage, taking inventory . . .
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March 07, 2006 06:56 AM EST --
Honestly, I think of myself as more of a bluesman than a cook, but I think I know how to make Puttanesca sauce. The anchovies go in first, so they can slowly disappear, flavoring the oil with the . . .
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March 07, 2006 07:00 AM EST --
She was screaming again. In her dream, red was everywhere. She tried to cover her face and ears with her hands even while sleeping. He watched silently as she struggled from sleep to . . .
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March 07, 2006 07:10 AM EST --
Affection is like the fillings in the teeth of a relationship. When it is gone the hole is felt and sorely missed with nothing that can really take its place.. The Silence is deafening. I wait to see how . . .
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March 07, 2006 07:18 AM EST --
There was no other way we could have found each other. Our paths would never have crossed. His life was up on the mountain above the desert; mine was half a country away in green rolling hills. His revolved . . .
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February 09, 2006 05:14 PM EST --
It started with my grandparents. When I was young, I saw a note on their fridge. It had just three letters on it, ILY. I wondered what they meant. and so I asked. My Granny, who after 7 kids, was . . .
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February 19, 2006 09:55 PM EST --
There was no other way we could have found each other. Our paths would never have crossed. His life was up on the mountain above the desert; mine was half a country away in green rolling hills. His revolved . . .
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February 28, 2006 05:58 PM EST --
Bigger than the Oceans
I'm amazed as I delve into history, with the way the world shapes us, down to the very blood that courses through our veins. How the warring of my countries happened . . .
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